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They Watch You SleepThey Watch You Sleep:

There are many bards who can tell you tales
Of the creeping shadows that come at night
We've seen them crawling along the walls
In the absence of the light...

On the darkest of nights, cold and chill
You can hear them quietly gibbering.
They speak of things that you cannot know
Which is why they are always whispering.

It is said that they will know the future
and that they know the fate of every man
They are here to watch his path unfold
or perhaps to have him damned...

These sick and twisted animals
Bear a stench that is rather foul
But you will only smell this scent
if they choose to remove their cowl

The Enemy WithinThe Enemy Within:

I have nothing that I can give
Cause I was never taught to live
How do I know what is pain?
I disappear into the rain

Carry me on angel's arms
Don't let me ever come to harm
The blade will cut into my skin
I face the enemy within...

And I feel him, and I feel him cry
And I feel him, and I feel him cry

Dear Enemy
What do you want from me?
Take me slowly
Are you the man I'm meant be?
Dear Enemy...

Suddenly the lights go out
I open up and try to shout
Gasping out my final cry
Is this how I'm meant to die?

Lead me home once again
Let me face this world and then-
I will try to get control
Won't let this fee

Without JoyA bard may choose to sing a song of happy days and eternal bliss
But why should I sing of happiness, when misery is all that is?
The suffering we see around us, is tantamount to hell
Yet we accept these horrid days; caught within a spell

Perhaps I'm simply being morbid, a soul disturbed by a darker voice
Or perhaps I am the whispered truth; personified by choice.
I will not speak of revelations nor of better days to come
In terms of hope for the future; I'd rather remain mum.

For the world I've seen has shown to me, that pain equates to life
I'm sure you've tried it many times on the edge of a sharpened knife

Why would you open embi

The Secret of the TreesBeneath the glow of the twisting moon, we can feel
a horror beginning its birth. The serpent will slither
into a moistened cave and the blood will spill from broken lips

The secret was hidden beneath the trees, where the lovers
were kissed and never told. Yet the stains remain upon the grass.
Never to be erased...

How many times will I return, to a place I wish
I'd never see. Perhaps it is a way for me
To think of that which I regret...

But the man would never remind himself, of the horror
unleashed beneath falling leaves. The petals bear witness
to the struggled screaming, muffled by hands and feet.

A choking embodiment of sweat

Dragon BloodForged from the souls of the bravest of men
They are tempered in the flames of eternal war
Ever will they stand against the tides of evil
For the dark shall claim no more

In the burning mountains of the Dragonkin
It is Man who swore a sacred oath
For in exchange for the Dragon's blood
Man must now protect them both

I speak of the legends; these Gods of battle
Warriors clad in suits of steel
They come as champions of a greiving world
And all shall learn to kneel

But not in supplication, nor out of dominance
We kneel in reverence of the bringers of light
These warriors imbued with the Eternal Flame
Shall chase the shadows of nigh

VinashukaThe cloud that forms above the burning wastes
Hints to many that the dying world breathes.
Beneath the empty morrow that holds the shattered
glass, I see myself whispering 'Vinashuka'.
Cold muttered voices tonguing the edge of my sanity
The creeping walls denote the loss of my inner being
Lick the paper that cuts the tongue into a myriad
of pieces and once again whisper 'Vinashuka'.

But my words will fall on deaf ears and I'm tempted
to once again open myself for torture. For perhaps
the endless grief with which I give myself meaning
will form into the bloodied words of 'Vinashuka'.
This single whispered temptation, a solitary lie

Living a LieLiving a Lie:

I feel like I've awakened from a comatose state
And the world has gone on without me.
I stretch my legs and take a walk outside
And for the very first time I see:

A strange kind of beauty, that is utterly alluring
It calls out to my spirit with the gentlest of cries.
I'm afraid to admit, for it was rather unmanly,
That I left with tears in my eyes...

I can't imagine how I could have forgotten
The very way that I used to walk...
I remember now my habitual actions
And I've even learned to talk!

"Arrr me hearties, good day to ya all
It be a fine day ta sail on tha sea
And if we find a plethora o' treasure;
Then yer

Sweet Little AngelsSweet Little Angels:

You always loved them and cared for them deeply
They were the joy of your life and you held them close.
Until one day, sadly, they were taken from you
and your heart was torn by the pain and grief...

But remember always, that they will watch over you
though you might not feel them presently

You can hear their whispers when the wind is blowing
and you can feel their warmth on the lonely nights

They will always remain in your memories
For that is where you keep a part of them
A loving part that will never fade

Therefore, do not think of them as being 'gone'
Instead take heart in the fact that they are waiting

Our Word is SacredOur Word is Sacred:

We have struggled against the chains of fate
We've lived our lives on the edge of hate.
Oppressed by the taunting of the foolish and blind;
It is time we stood and responded in kind.

No more can we sit here, content with our place;
Else by apathy alone we shall be erased!
Our work is like a candle, a small one at best;
It is quickly snuffed by a single breath...

For too long have we accepted, the concept of equality;
Whilst simply accepting the crumbs of poverty.
Our people go unheeded, as madmen and sloths;
The "cultured" eat like kings, while we are fed with broth...

To create these verses, it takes a lot of

A Navigator's TreasureA Navigator's Treasure:

For she who watches the tides of the sea
For she who guides the weary ship.
There is no greater treasure for her
Than a scroll of an ancient writ...

This artifact that we did find
Was stolen from a dragon's behind
Plucked it out from the creature's rear
whilst it nestled the egg that it held dear

So gold and fine was this glorious egg
That soon my mind began to renege
It was filled with thoughts of gold and riches
So tangible that I nearly pissed me britches

Me accent soon began to change
I thought like a thug who was most deranged
Gamblin' at tables would be might fine
With an egg of such a rich design

A Shattered IllusionA Shattered Illusion:

A day that was born of the brightest light
Has now shattered like crystals in the sinking dark
Where once the spirit was unfettered and free
Now it weeps painfully in a cage of thorns

Blood is drawn from its tender flesh
And drips slowly down to mark the skin
A tattoo of pain forever remembered
By a ghost that lives within

There is emptiness in this void
A cold and lonely song of existence
A solemn note born from the sheer magnitude of the silence
That it deafens both the heart and mind

In the quiet serenity of utter despair
What is born from the lack of a sense of hope?
A cold determination to steal the f

The Tomb of KhaineThe Tomb of Khaine:

The moans of the shambling horde could be heard
As zombies burst from the depths of the tomb
The Pirates were trapped within the mausoleum;
Caught in the center of a Demon's womb...

It spawned a horror with each contraction
A shuffling parody of tainted life
With flesh that hung in sallow strips;
Carved with the edge of a pus-dripping knife

As more of the beasts spewed forth from the depths
The Captain called for a spark of light
As Haze scattered the explosive dust
A match was thrown to make it ignite

Boom! it exploded with a shock of force
As the Pirates were thrown to the dirty floor
They cleared the spac

Blue EyesBlue Eyes:

A man once told me that blue eyes were best
So I decided I would put these words to a test.
I ran across the globe and found a blue eyed fish
It tasted very tasty when served as a dish

I then went to Ireland to find a blue eyed gnome
Instead I got a Lephrechaun whose name was 'Jerome'
I used him as bait to catch some blue eyed mice
I suppose he now regrets that he lost at dice...

I then used the mice to catch a blue eyed cat
I then used the cat to catch a blue eyed dog
I then used the dog to catch a blue eyed witch
I think I left that one down in a ditch...

In any case...

I returned back home to my quaint boulevard
W

In Service to MorganaIn Service To Morgana:

There are those who would fear a demon's blessing
As they wither beneath its corruptive touch
Yet I am someone who embraces these things
Because the darkness has taught me much...

I have learned of the beauty of dying roses
Turned to dust by a single breath
I have learned of the fear that a man will face
When he is first confronted by death

His contorted features and the screams of his agony
Will peak when he is placed into Morgana's grace
I have learned that even heroes will soil themselves
When they are forced to worship her smiling face

But she is not ugly, nay she is beautiful
She appears like an angel

MotherMother:

The last time that I saw you, I left with bitter words
I never knew how much the things, I said to you would hurt.
And I never wanted to see you; so I tried to shut you out
But a Mother is the one thing that I cannot live without...

I've been to the doctor's room
He tells me I will see you soon
I'm prayin' in the lobby-
Hopin' that you'll be okay...

I never knew that things would be this way...

The first memory I have, is when you used to hold my hand
You taught me how to be a man but I threw it in your face
Still you forgave me and still you believed
But I took your faith and broke it up, like golden autumn leaves...
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A light novel by Chen Yuan Wen

Prologue:

BY WHICH MEASURE do we seek to judge the morally justified and the morally corrupt? Who becomes the saviour of the story and who becomes the villainous wretch? It is a question that is easily answered, even if the answer might seem distasteful: for it is the victor, in any situation, who will marked as a hero. They will always be justified, regardless of their actions, and any misbehaviour will simply be explained away as a part of their natural function. In the end, it matters not how many lives were sacrificed; nor does it matter how many women or children were slain. This is simply passe

Little Flower GirlLittle Flower Girl:

A girl of flowers,
With the gaze of inner heat,
Master of my heart.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd April 2012

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Birth Name: Chen Yuan Wen

Pirate Name: Chenbeard the Pirate

Age: 21

Your Birthday: 01/08/1990

Gender: Male

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 64kg

Race: Human

Description: A young asian male often seen wearing a black fedora. Has a preference for white shirts and simple black pants. Wears a belt with a golden buckle. His eyes have a unique colour of black, often mistaken for brown due to the person's reflection. He is quick to smile, but dangerous in combat.

Character Class: Pirate Captain (Wisdom Based)

Current Level: 3

Stat Allocation:

Strength - 16 (+3)
Dexterity - 10 (+0)
Resilience - 12 (+1)
Intelligence - 12 (+1

Bringer of the NightBringer of the Night:

Born from the kiss of a goddess
And drenched in the cauldron of lies.
He emerged as a being of entropy
Bearing the mark of flies...

His wings were made from crow-like feathers
Black as the dust of the night.
His fangs were laden with horrid infection
Made from the stone of blight.

A single bite, was poison enough
And soon they began to change...
The children loved by the lady in white
Soon they became deranged.

Powerful beings of might and magic
They soared through the moonlit sky!
They flew amongst the twinkling stars
But their gift was a burning lie...

Falling to the ground like choking insects
Crawli

White Lily GirlWhite Lily Girl:

They say that love is plenty
But mine is simply dead.
She sleeps amongst the flowers
I grew upon her bed...

I wonder if she's dreaming
Of smiles and happy things.
Or playing her favourite game
Of rubber balls and strings...

She used to mean the world to me
But humans took her life.
Oh lord that took my child away
I offer you this knife...

It bears the blood of your faithful humans
The ones you taught to scream of hate...
How many more will join the ranks
Of the damned that I create?

Droolings wrecks and putrid bodies
The ultimate art of sanguine pride!
The dead that groan in utter pain
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Blood Crusade

by *WordOfChen, May 25, 2012, 9:00:36 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

Blood Crusade:

They rode upon the backs of thundering horses
for faith had unleashed a terrible beast
These men would offer their souls in service
to the dark unholy priests...

"To what end do we serve our Lord and Master
is justice not the ultimate form of faith?
Should we not stand and fight in his name
to cleanse the Earth of this heathen waste!"

It was these orators, chaplains of faith;
men of the cloth who bore a fire
They lit their brothers with impassioned speeches
fueled by their own desire...

They taught their followers that blood was faith
and devotion was found at the edge of a blade
"Blessed is the mind too small for doubt
for the faithful shall never be swayed..."

The men who accepted them, though pure at heart
would soon be eaten by Lust and Greed
For Wrath had become a norm of existence
and death became a Templar's creed...

But woe betide the man who slaughters
for his soul shall be forever stained
And no penance may ever remove this grief;
for his heart is already chained...

"In grief, in death, in eternal suffering; he joins the Lord of Flies..."

-Chen Yuan Wen, 25th May 2012

Blood Crusadeby *WordOfChen

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

AUTHOR'S COMMENT:

Arrr maties, t'night I return ta me scheme of rhymes and I do apologise fer tha confusion over tha past few days.

Me research consumed me and sadly tha poetry I produced was not of quality. In fact having broken meself with free verse, I actually found it difficult to grasp the rhymes today and had to go through much meditation and retweaking before this release was ready.

However, I am proud of me efforts and I hope that ye'll enjoy this piece. It is a little lighter on the darkness than I would normally go, but since the theme is "Bard Week". I intend to do a Dark Bard's portrayal of the Great Crusade.

Tomorrow, I will probably release something more light-hearted as a break from darkness might do everyone good ^^

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

OTHER POEMS BY ME:

The Secret of the Trees - [link]
Dragon Blood - [link]
The Great Drake - [link]
Rest My Sweetest Darling - [link]
Fear the Dragon Call - [link]
Our Word is Sacred - [link]

OTHER LITERATURE BY ME:

Knight Run 2 - [link]
Knight Run- [link]
SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 1 - [link]

love 7 7

joy 4 4

wow 1 1

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~DarkZelda15 Jun 12, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Hard to rhyme, oh no, we must pull out the docter Seuss books quick! Lol, just kidding, I'm kinda hyper today. The rhymes and fluency were amazing, and this poem did send a small shiver down my spine. Good job as usual!